Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Smog,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.